A/N Of course I do not own Hp, and that will go for all the chapters.

Harry Potter sat wide awake on top of his bed, looking at his packed bags. Once again he seemed to be leaving Privet Drive in the middle of the night, although this time it wasn't the same.

Over the past few weeks he had done his best in explaining to Aunt Petunia and Uncle Vernon that the 'magician' had passed away. Uncle Vernon had asked

"So, no more visits from this 'Dumbelldore'?"

While Aunt Petunia merely looked at the ground, and told Harry he could stay over the summer for one more time.

Now Harry sat thinking about everything that happened and what could happen. He reread the letter Ron had sent him a few days back along with a note from his dad explaining how they get there.

Hey Harry,

How's everything? Dad said you could come over anytime you wanted to, just send us the word you know? Although it's probably better if you stayed for a while, over here at home is crazy with Fleur hanging around for the wedding and her family is coming over pretty soon. I don't know if Mum will be able to handle four Phlegms. Anyway, Dad said we'll pick you up the day before your birthday.

Take Care Harry,

Ron Weasley

Harry looked at his watch. It was fifteen minutes past the time Ron was supposed to arrive.

"Where the bloody hell are they!" yelled Uncle Vernon from downstairs. Harry grabbed his trunk and Hedwig's cage and hurried down the stairs to give the Weasleys some time before Uncle Vernon exploded.

"They're usually late, you know. It's not like it's a walk down the street." Harry explained.

"How exactly are they getting here?" Vernon asked, his cheeks turning purple in the candlelight.

"Er…" Harry had forgotten the note Ron's dad had put with the letter. He put down his trunk and rummaged for the letter in his pocket.

Dear Harry,

I would like to let you know in advance that we're apparating to your home. You'll be side along apparating with me. Be sure to tell you relatives so they don't have a scare. We'd come by Floo powder, but I suspect your aunt and uncle boarded up the fireplace since they have one powered by eclecity.

Yours sincerely,

Arthur Weasley

Harry stared at the note and gulped. He knew exactly what Uncle Vernon's reaction would be to Mr. Weasley popping out of thin air. Apparently Uncle Vernon had noticed Harry's expression because he asked,

"What are you holding boy?" and snatched the letter from Harry's hand.

Harry watched as uncle Vernon's squinty eyes ran back and forth over the page.

"Apparating? What's this apparating?" he asked.

Harry looked over at his Aunt Petunia and realized at that moment his mum must've appeared from nowhere before his aunt's very eyes.

"Vernon…" she began but was cut off by three very loud pops. Dudley who was standing nearby jumped three feet before running into the kitchen.

"DAMMIT POTTER!" yelled Vernon as he fell back onto the couch with such force, the candle blew out. There was a loud crash as somebody tripped over the coffee table.

"Sorry bout that. Reparo." Someone said.

"How come there's no light?" asked someone else.

"Oh really, lumos!" said Mr. Weasley said. Soon his wand tip lit up and the room filled with a substantial amount of light. Harry looked at the grinning faces of George and Fred Weasley.

"Harry!" Harry emerged from Hermione's arms. She stepped back and smiled at him too. Uncle Vernon's vein pulsed very dangerously on his forehead.

"First, the red heads pop out from the middle of nowhere, then the candles go out, somewhere breaks the coffee table, and then you lot fix it all with you-know-what! Now I find out he's got a girlfriend-"Uncle Vernon was cut off by Dudley, who was still in the kitchen but leaning his head out to get a better look.

"He's got a girlfriend?" he asked

"She's not his girlfriend" said Ron emerging into the light, his face red.

"Why was there no light?" asked Mr. Weasley, changing the subject.

"The power went out, we were using candles." grumbled Uncle Vernon.

"Really? You mean you lost the 'eclecity'? That can really happen?" Mr. Weasley seemed to be fascinated.

"Dad…"mumbled Ron.

"Oh right, all ready Harry?" asked Mr. Weasley. Harry looked over at his relatives and wondered if they would care if he died this year. He forgot it a few seconds later as a wave of happiness came over him; he was going back to the burrow.

"Er, well bye." Harry said awkwardly.

"Come on then Harry. Just grab my arm and- aren't you going to say bye?" asked Mr. Weasley. Obviously, in his family it was rather rude not to say bye, especially when you never know what'll happen.

"Bye then." Grunted Uncle Vernon.

Harry held Mr. Weasley's arm. He suddenly felt that squeezed feeling around him as if being stuffed into a pipe, and then it ended. It was dark, and a clocked chimed.

" 'Arry!"